Juvenile Album

[No lyrics]

CMR bitch. G -Code nigga, G-code nigga, G-code nigga

Juvenile:
I ain't no pussy ass nigga (ya understand)
I'm a rapper but I'm still a gorilla (ya understand)
I'll whip ya like the Thrilla Manilla (ya understand)
You gon' make me have to kill me a nigga (ya understand)
I'm a be here for a minute lil wodie (ya understand)
Ain't bout to let nobody fuck over me (ya understand)
I don't need ya playa hatin' on Juvey (ya understand)
Don't be talkin' about what you gon' do with me (ya understand)
I'll ride everyday of the week (ya understand)
Ya get ya issue when ya playin' with me (ya understand)
I'll crawl at the spot that ya sleep (ya understand)
Get with my niggas from the block and we creep (ya understand)
Load it up cock it back and get ready (ya understand)
Make sure you be holdin' it steady (ya understand)
We gon' go in there and blow the bitch up (ya understand)
Soon as we get 'em we gon' all get the fuck (ya understand)

Chorus: Juvenile (repeat 2X)

Shhhh, be quiet
Tonight is the night that we ride
30 camoflauge Hummers with niggaz inside
with choppers, doin - surgery on bodies like they doctors

Juvenile:
I know when to get my ass outta Dodge (ya understand)
Look them people ridin' I'm gonna hide (ya understand)
I'm a wait until them bitches slow down (ya understand)
Cuz I ain't tryin' to be jail bound (ya understand)
It ain't over till the fat man fall (ya understand)
I'm just waitin' on the right phone call (ya understand)
You know them hoes gon' let me know where they at (ya understand)
Nigga got me I'ma go get em back (ya understand)
One by one they all gonna drop (ya understand)
Right here is where the foolishness stop (ya understand)
I'm tryin' to get the bullshit over (ya understand)
Cuz I wanna go and chill in the 'Nolia (ya understand)
We need to get some more ammunition (ya understand)
Cuz somebody's bout to come up missin' (ya understand)
Now everybody hop in the truck (ya understand)
And when ya see one of them bitches ya bust (ya understand)

Chorus

Juvenile:
Fuck jumpin' out I'm a slang me some iron(ya understand)
When I catch them niggas all of 'em dyin' (ya understand)
Nigga listen up to what we gon' do (ya understand)
I'm about to give the game to you (ya understand)
That's the reason why I came to you (ya understand)
Cuz playin' ain't the thang to do (ya understand)
It ain't that hard I did it before (ya understand)
U just gon' make sure let nobody know (ya understand)
I'll bet ya them boys wanna rep (ya understand)
They tryin' to get the shit off they chest (ya understand)
It ain't over lil daddy be cool (ya understand)
Nigga tired of the nigga we through (ya understand)
You know you better stay pretty cool (ya understand)
We bout to go and punish this fool (ya understand)
Hop out the car and let that iron ring ya understand)
That's the end of this stupid ass thing (ya understand)

Chorus 2X

Shh be quiet

f/ B.G.

[Juvenile]
We drink up all the brown, we drink up all the white
We go to all the spots, we be up all the night
We'll tell a nigga, "Fuck ya!" and be waitin' outside for him
Bust him up and see how many niggas gon' ride for him
Play the project bricks and watch for the law
Nigga come to my section, we to they section and ward
We rep hard out the wards in stolen cars
Spankin' niggas that be showin' off with they broads
Nigga catch a felony... he takin' his charge
Niggas turnin' state... we rapin' the boy
It's a hard life we livin'... they 'bout they drama
We earn stripes for killin'.. I'll attack like a rhino
Some of the time... motherfuckers be off they bases
Way out they boundary in unfamiliar places
Lookin' like a duck, seein' all the wrong faces
But we know the rules and could be strapped in SK's

(Chorus2x B.G.)
Man, pop that nigga
Man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga
Man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

[Juvenile]
Stay from 'round here, I tell ya.. these niggas ain't cool
Ain't no love for outsiders, everybody's a fool
We be duckin' off in the hallways.. and in the cuts
Gettin' the fuck when ATF is pullin' up
People in the projects say, "Them niggas ain't shit"
They hustle all night for brand new outfits
You're fuckin' right... that's how it is on the block
Grilled up, t-shirt, 'Bauds and Reeboks
Camouflage around the neck and the dome
Fucked-up attitude totin' a chrome
Fighting for weed, nigga ain't ever goin' home
Tryin' ta get it how he live with a bundle of (?)
We ain't tryin' ta see the jailhouse
But if we do we hope we be able to bail out
Know what I'm sayin', lil' daddy
We need a lick, come up in the whole brick
Kick in a nigga door and punish the whole clique

(Chorus2x)

[B.G.]
Come through the hood where ya hang with a K, and when I see ya
What I'ma do to ya, I know I wouldn't wanna be ya
Split your head in half, nigga.. leave ya stressed in the street
Hit ya everywhere in your body but under your feet
I play it raw when I'm in beef, I'm a Hot Boy that's heat
Get it how ya live is how it is where I be
Fuck a nigga's how I feel, no nigga steppin' on my toes
Without feelin' !BLOCKAH! !BLOCKAH! from four-fours
I'm a dog, with a gun in my hand I cut loose
You're on the other end of that pistol, it's on you
Get hit up.. chopped up.. did somethin' awful
Zipped up, boxed up, put straight in a coffin
Ain't part of my clique, fuck ya nigga
Don't please me
I don't love ya nigga, you're no good, playa
I don't trust ya, nigga
To me you ain't nuttin' but a bust nigga, what

(Chorus4x)

[B.G. talking]
Ya heard me
Put fifty rounds in that nigga's what'cha do that bitch
Fuck him, ya heard me (fuck him)
Fuck his whole clique, nigga (fuck 'em all)
Ya don't like me, I don't like you, nigga (I don't like ya, nigga)
You don't like me, that mean you don't like my clique
I don't like you, that mean I don't like you (!blockah! !blockah!)
The niggas ya fuck with, the niggas you affiliate with, ya heard me
Any nigga who speak to ya, nigga, back you up, nigga
Fuck you and all them too, nigga, ya heard me
It's Cash Money for life, ya heard me
Fuck all them old bitch-ass niggas throwin' bricks (???????) (fuck 'em all)
It's real over here, nigga, ya heard me (fuck 'em all)
We got this here (fuck 'em all) and we holdin' this here down
Ya heard me, we gon' keep it like that, though, ya dig, nigga
Baby, Slim, Juvie, B.Geezy, Turk, Weezy, Fresh, ya heard me
Joe Casey, Travey, ya heard me, all tha shots, nigga
We comin' through, nigga
We layin' it down, nigga, and we just doin' what we do
Keepin' it real

f/ Hot Boys

[Lil' Wayne]
What
This.. this here's real, nigga
It's real, nigga
Too real
Pay attention even though I'm young, nigga
Look, look
This one here's on tha up, dog
For all my people with bad luck, dog
Strugglin', tryin' ta make a buck, dog
For all tha peeps who ain't with us, dog
For all my niggas in Angola, stay tough, dog
See, this from shorty on tha real
I'm tired of seein' my niggas gettin' killed
They hustlin' for a mil, nigga, hustle for your bills
If ya think ya need help, holla at me, wodie, I'm trill
If I got it ta spend, then I got it to give
But listen, man.. I know ya see the ice glistenin', man
I know it make you wanna go get it bad
But ya gotta think 'fore ya move, partna
'Cause it'll make your ship sink and you will lose, partna
I know you hate ta take it from a young nigga like me
But I betcha can't name one nigga like me
That's why I'm tryin' ta preach, my nigga
And teach, my nigga
If ya don't work ya don't eat, my nigga

(Chorus 2x [Juvenile])
They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit it

[Juvenile]
Look at ya, you're fuckin' up and I can tell it too
What is ya smokin'? Everything a nigga sellin' you?!
I know you could do better than that, and deserve more
Ya use to be tight with your game back in '84
All tha hoes use ta jock ya
Niggas use ta knock ya
Stay a big shot, motherfucker couldn't stop ya
Then ya went ta runnin' 'round tha project with them junkies
Holes in your shoes, and your body all funky
Lips all ashy, eyes popped out
Spendin' your children check, takin' food out they mouth
And you get mad with me 'cause I don't wanna give you ten
I don't support your habit, nigga, y'all grown men
I got kids ta feed, I got bills ta pay
I got people comin' askin' for shit everyday
I can't please everybody, but I love my folks
If I give ya everything, baby, I'ma be broke

(Chorus 2x)

[Turk]
Look... look.. look
Where I stay, times is hard for a lot of my peeps
Some of my rounds doin' bad.. can't even much eat
Everytime I pass through, beggin' me for a dollar
Thinkin' I owe them somethin', don't even wanna holla
Nigga who use ta be ballin' ain't ballin' no mo'
I can see they life fadin' away slowly for sure
Niggas who I come up with get me full of that dope
Use ta care about theyself, ain't care no mo'
Niggas want me ta help 'em.. ain't helpin' theyself
You must be out your mind if you ain't helpin' yourself
Ain't no love loss... I just gotta stay my distance
Gotta keep my mind straight.. before I come up missin'
Gotta do my rap thing, and make my paper, mister
Ain't gon' let nobody stop me from gettin' my six figures
Gettin' my shine on, bling-blingin' everyday
If you're not for tha right, stay tha fuck out my way, nigga

(Chorus 2x)

[B.G.]
Everytime I hit tha block, it look like it get worse
Make me wonder if V.L. and Magnolia got a curse
My niggas still my niggas... got love for 'em all
I hate to see that market ride they back and make 'em fall
Somebody tell me, if I didn't have change and I was broke
Would I get tha same attention when I'm in tha next four-door
No, I don't think so, I'll be a equal nigga
On the set, smokin' jo's, beggin' people for scrilla
On the reala... if I could do it, then you could
Lay your hustle down and make your way out the hood
Ain't nobody gon' give no hand-outs, I swear
Ain't nobody gon' pay tha bills in your house, I swear
They don't care, ya gotta stand on your own, my nigga
You ain't no child, look in tha mirror, you're grown, my nigga
Do yourself a favor: leave tha heroin alone, my nigga
And get your hustle on, nigga, get it on, my nigga

(Chorus 4x)

[Juvenile talking]
Man, you could be out here tryin' ta do somethin', man
I mean everytime we come through, man, I do somethin' for my people, man
I give tha little kids a dollar or so, ya know what I'm sayin'
I try ta do things for tha football team
Try ta take care of my people
Try ta show them how ta help theyself

Juvenile:
I hate to be doin' 5 but 10 even worse
I'ma take it before the district attourney strike worse
Beside he know what I did and they got evidence
And I'm not about to play with them people inteligence
Muthafuckaz try to stay, peep me at my residence
Chargin' me for homicide, they say it was negligent
Fuck it, I'ma accept my lick when it come to me
Now let me see how many of these bitches gon' run for me
Shit, my breath funky with a migraine headache
Big pissed off cause I know I made a mistake
But that's what I get fuckin' with pussy ass niggaz
And 2 dollar hoes that'll trade you for cash figures
They did that. but I got a way to get 'em back
Not with the police though Juve ain't no rat
Nigga tell me shit I done fallen for the end
And you woulda had that dick look when you'd caught that 10

Chorus: Juvenile (2x)
You gon' take 'em (Five)
Are you gon' take that shit to trial
And gon' be denied
Violate probation when you just got caught, with that ride
That alibi ain't gon' work
Ain't it some hotter niggaz from out that 3 be doin' that dirt

Juvenile:
All the money in the world can't even move you
Your lawyers tryin' to fuck you, the judge tryin' to lose you
The district attourney don't give a fuck about y'all
Cause he gotta run run for office again in the fall
So everything he cross examine he tryin' to fuck over
Grudges on his shoulder, tryin' to read his quota
You wastin' ya time boy when you wastin' they time
Cause they'll start off with a nickel and try and give you a dime
You think I'm lyin', go ask my cousin KC
You think I'm lyin', go ask my cousin Ducky
Both of my niggaz just cam home from doin' a bit
Both of my niggaz know what encarceration is
Lil Daddy, you fightin' a war you can't win
Your guilty as charged soon as them people stand up in
So accept ya lick, you got caught with more than a brick
And you ain't gon see the streets 'til two-thousand and six

Chorus: Juvenile (2x)

Juvenile:
It's sharks out here boy, niggaz be rattin'
You be up in penitentiary and don't know what happened
Law, you're tellin' me you're wanted for murder and kidknappin'
Short on they information so they lyin' and scrappin'
You don't want to be in jail that ain't you're place
When your child graduate you gon' look her in the face
Tell her lil wodie out there hustlin' somewhere across the nation
All in the projects, take that probation
Believe it or not, you be up in the cell block
Far away from home where you can't eeven sell rocks
Bitches ain't on your side like up in the bricks
Cause once you up in the jailhouse they searchin' for that dick
Sco' no, cho' no, I'm single
My man up in jail, I can still mingle
I'm my own woman, fuck who, what, or when
My man can't whip me, cause he doin' ten

f/ Lil' Wayne

Lil Wayne:
I ain't terrified from nuthin'
I'm young wild crazy and disgustin'
Better watch me cuz I'm coming
With a oven by my stomach
I'm scramblin' for the money
Tape ya up like a mummy
Call ya people and tell 'em
I need 50 for this dummy
I'm runnin' hidin' and duckin'
Stuntin' ridin' and thuggin
Dumpin' fire and bustin'
Lovin, lyin' and lustin'
Stealin' killin' and rapin
Runnin' climbin and chasin
Strugglin hustin' to make
Get it got it I take it
Watch ya Chevy mister
Move ya purse miss
Cuz I tote heavy pistols
And man they burst quick
It's too late to hesitate
I was told there'd be better days
But shit that was yesterday
And still I haven't ate
But dog that's how ya labor when ya bein' a thug
These niggas don't seem to feel me till they seein' they blood
Can't hide it though
I represent the 17th Carrollton Hollygrove
That's my G-code

Chorus (Lil Wayne):
Now put ya box in the mud
Get ya glocks in ya gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon' live by that
Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol nigga what
Hit the block and open up
We gon' die by that
(repeat)

Juvenile:
We raised up lookin' at trees and brick walls
Foreign properties and pack some menthals
Got us a fire connect and went off
Got jammed with this broad that rent cars
Wasn't tryin' to change the game, just be in it
Didn't give a fuck if we balled for 3 minutes
Snatch all the hoes and 'bauds and ree' tennis
Niggas can't survive the shit that we been in
Jack niggas to get some cheap linen
The ones that refuse we put 'em to sleep in it
Got up in the mornin' for class and play hookie
Some of us is veteran some of 'em stay rookie
Bitch couldn't talk to us if she wasn't fuckin'
Ya either be bout it or look and keep truckin
Police drew causes and tried to cross lines
We stuck to the code we lived and died by it

Chorus

Juvenile:
If war ever came we held the fort down
Back, slowed up, we switched and sold pound
Stayed on point to make some more green
Get our stash away from dope fiends
Nigga had a habit he supplied his own
Always stay hot cuz we ride with chrome
We kept a little work for the ki's and bones
Crowds draw heat so we be's alone
We learned how to keep our mouth closed and watch
Them other motherfuckers fall off the block
24/7 all around the clock
We hustlin of course in the gamblin spot
We had a chance to stop, we still wasn't ready
Shit kept comin' so we made more fetti
Police drew causes and tried to cross lines
We stuck to the code we lived and died by it

f/ Big Tymers

Juvenile:
I put my trust in myself and my 9 first
Y'all niggaz second, third, and fourth because I'm first
Can't you tell I never had nothin'
Down to my last 5 dollars, ready to snatch somethin'
If them people catch me I'm goin' to jail fo' sho'
My old lady ain't gon' be sendin' me no mail no mo'
While I be askin' my lawyers, "When they gon' let me go?"
He be tellin' me, "Just be cool until you go to court"
Get out, back to the bricks, it's the same old shit
Niggaz got 2.50 a piece goin' half on a nick
Back and forth to keys, but the Lil Weezy handle purchase
Popeye's for the ballers, the ghetto eatin' Church's
Shop always open 'cause nobody never closes
Some of 'em like that needle, some play with they noses
I ain't nothin' like a candle light dinner, wine and roses
Niggaz tryin' to run throught they packets to get some mo' shit

Chorus: Manny Fresh (4x)
Somethin' gotta shke nigga
I'ma bake a cake nigga
Run with all the reall niggaz
Jack all of the fake niggaz

Juvenile:
My hallways full of piss
Nigga say he gon' break me off, he full of shit
That's why I got that chopper in the back full of clips
About to go and hit a whole stash full of bricks
All my niggaz gone, I'm the last in the click
I gotta get my hands on some cash and a whip
I gotta do somethin', look
Cause this ain't gonna last long, gotta get my cash on
Come upon a superfire lick and get my ass home
Ain't thinkin' about jumpin' out Lex's and Benzes
With the TV's, and the CD's, and 20 inch 'renzes
Look here, my situation ain't the best in the world
I'm a snake like the rest of you niggaz, full of that Guerl
Wodie, c'mon and get your skull cracked, tryin' to erase me
I got iron ready to warbat, and it's all for safety
Muthafucka might come, but he better come correct
Cause I ain't aimin' at nothin' else but you' head and yo' chest

Chorus: (4x)

Baby:
Put a hit on a bitch, ain't got no time for no bullshit
Nigga outta line, we kill'd the bitch
Now, in my city, they burn, baby burn
4 found dead, and they burn, baby burn
I don't have no question, we all must learn
To tote a .45, keep your eyes on the churn
I got that work nigga, all y'all know the rules
I don't play, I'm a mastermind, it's a Big Tymer, fool
Pay up when you been fronted work, that's the rule
Rolls parked, I play this game with no law
Red Beam, hot ones pointed straight to your jaw
A nigga must pay, I'm tryin' to see a better day
Went to Miami bought that Azora anyway
Three time loser totin' tools, nigga that's the rules
Just the chance I gotta take on these streets fool
Flippin' chickens, corner spitin', hardtimes a fool

Chorus: (6x)

Manny Fresh:
Somethin' gotta shake nigga
I'ma bake a cake nigga
Run with all the real niggaz
Click-Clack all of the fake niggaz
Lay it down
2G

f/ Mannie Fresh

(Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one)

[Juvenile]
Welcome to tha section where it's hotter than a bitch
Niggas breakin' up bricks, niggas tryin' ta be rich
Dope ounce get hit, armed 'rilla insists
somebody wig get split...for ten G's of chips
It's where the Feds'll dip through – enemies get you
Catch you at tha second line, niggas'll flip you
Kids get outta school, they swingin' they fists, too
Jump one of them children and they bringin' they clique, too
L.D. buckin' 'cause T.C. killin' ain't nothin'
Tha blues try ta hit ya and you had to keep druggin'
On New Year's, tha lights get shut out at six o'clock
Four or five o'clock in tha mornin' you gon' be gettin' shot!
Niggas gettin' chopped, gettin' shot in tha crowd, bruh
Drug deal gone bad, one of them cats was sour
Motherfuckers gettin' chopped up, and they have a...
...Carbine aimed at your dome...for some powder
I'ma do like your boy and hop in tha Eddie Bauer
Get off seventeen, and, nigga, I'ma holla!

(Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one)

(Hook [Mannie Fresh])
Da...Magnolia
Home...of tha soldiers
Da...Magnolia
Home...of tha soldiers
Now, where you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from?

[Juvenile]
Is ya ready for it? Better be over-prepared
When ya enter ya see a sign, say, "SOLDIERS BEWARE"
And they be ragged up, twenty-five dollar bagged up
Whole nickel tucked in tha back of his 'Baud cuffs
Well aware on the route that he's gonna duck...
...if somebody thinkin' 'bout jammin' him up
If a bitch with him, she better be smart, or tough luck
'cause he gon' break and bust; she gon' be fucked up
Mind your business is a code, too, I never told...
...ever since a nigga was a million years old
Bein' a ballin’ shot caller...is tha goal
I'll hospitalize anybody...in the roll
To make it there, you talk crazy, we take it there
You'll feel like a steak, nigga: you medium-rare
All these niggas wan' be tip-rats or tha man in charge
With tha AK-47, it'll change you boys

(Hook [Mannie Fresh])

[Juvenile]
Clique up, load up...pistols, mask
Ride through, slow down, jump out, blast
Put ‘bout...fifty...in your...ass
Second...linin'...family...scared
Go score, rock it, chop it, serve it
Got a...deal for...fifty, twurk it
Mission: riches, hittin'...switches,
twenty...inches, plenty...bitches
All day, hustle – beaucoup...scuffle
Niggas...huddle, AK...muffled
Blood in...puddles, people...scatter
Flying...pieces...of human...matter
Police...don't know – probly...won't know
Unless...it’s they...shit, they...don't know
Keep it...quiet, tell no...body
Start no...shit and...stay in...silence
Maintain...focus, stay off...porches
Watch for...roaches, carry...toasters

(Hook [Mannie Fresh])
Da...Magnolia
Home...of tha soldiers
Da...Magnolia
Home...of tha soldiers
Da...Magnolia
Home...of tha soldiers
Da...Magnolia
Home...of tha soldiers
Now, where you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from?

[Mannie Fresh]
Where you goin', motherfucker, where you goin'?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from?
I know where I'm goin' – to tha fuckin' Magnolia
Believe that there
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Layin' it down, mm-hmm
Layin' it down, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
To 3000

(Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two...)

f/ B.G.

[B.G.]
Uh-come on
Juvie
Are you ready?

[Juvenile]
Uh-huh

[B.G.]
These hoes.. know.. I act.. bad
They say.. gone.. with your dog.. ass
I slang.. dick.. I lay.. pipe
All fuckin'.. day.. goin' through tha.. night
I fuck.. cousins.. I fuck.. friends
Juvie drive.. Jag.. Geezy ride.. Benz
I'll put that dick on tha ho, look, I'll bust four nuts
Then I open ta see if she can back.. that ass up
Bitch, my dick.. wanna.. feel your.. lips
Don't do it.. right.. go get some.. tips
Come back.. later.. try once.. more
Fuck up a-.. -gain.. bitch, ya gotta.. go
I'm.. gonna.. keep.. doin' my thang
Hot.. Boy B.G. don't play games
Either.. way.. ho, I'll get mine
I'll jack off lookin' you dead in your eyes
So,

(Chorus2x [B.G. + Juvenile])
Bitch, go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut
Lil' B.G. done caught his.. nut
Bitch go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut
Juve-.. -nile.. done caught his.. nut

[Juvenile]
Spread your.. legs.. touch your.. toes
Soon as.. I.. come out these.. 'Bauds
I'm J-U-.. -V.. a H-O-.. -T
B-O-.. -Y.. from that.. three
Bitch, I'm.. hot.. sweaty, gettin'.. moist
Tha girl want me.. ta show her my.. choice
Ya know what I.. mean.. I wanna.. push
Dick in your.. ass like it's a.. dousch
Ya gotta be.. clean.. wash it.. good
Before I.. come.. and lay this.. wood
Eat this.. meat.. please, no.. teeth
Every.. day.. and all through tha.. week
I know whatcha.. need.. liquor and.. weed
A hour and a.. half.. I'll plant this.. seed
You do it for that.. I'll do it for.. game
Both of us.. straight.. ya can't com-.. -plain

(Chorus2x)

[Juvenile]
Look at that.. there.. she big.. find
She could be.. yours.. or she could be.. mine
[B.G.]
It ain't no.. thang.. bring her on a.. trip
Get her in tha.. room.. and she'll get it.. flipped
[Juvenile]
She'll do what she.. do.. and do it.. well
And me and.. you.. could make it.. swell
[B.G.]
I'm your.. nigga.. you my.. dog
We fuck.. cuts.. and there's no.. walls
[Juvenile]
It ain't no.. beef.. you could go.. first
Or both of us.. could go.. and hit that.. skirt
[B.G.]
Once it's.. over.. still don't.. stop
Find us a-.. -nother, and open up shop, nigga
[Juvenile]
I'm with.. that.. man, let's.. go
Out right.. now.. to smash some.. hoes
[B.G.]
We play.. that.. just like.. g's
Nigga, I'm.. straight.. 'cause I done bust three
So,

(chorus 2x)

Bitch, go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut
B. At-.. -rice.. done caught his.. nut
Bitch, go, 'head.. catch your.. cut
Sugar.. Slim.. done bust his.. nut
Bitch, go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut
Mannie.. Fresh.. done bust his.. nut

f/ Big Tymers, Lil' Wayne

[Juvenile]
Huh...
You lil boyz don't know what it mean ta get shot
You lil boyz don't wanna do nothin' but hang on tha block
Yoy lil boyz ain't ready to go to tha pen
You lil boyz ain't ready to be sleepin' with nothin' but men
You lil boyz better stay in your place
You lil boyz ain't gon' be scared until you catch you a case
You lil boyz be out here sniffin' that furl
You lil boyz gotta get loaded just to go in that world
You lil boyz had better hit you a lick
You lil boyz shouldn't have ta ask another nigga for shit
You lil boyz don't even respect your momma
You lil boyz don't even have tha sense to be a Big Tymer
You lil boyz swear to God it's a game
You lil boyz gotta kill somethin' and get you a name
You lil boyz always be makin' a scene
You lil boyz wanna be grown, and you're still in your teens

(chorus [Lil' Wayne])
Look, you lil boyz better slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look, you lil boyz better ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds

[Baby]
You lil boyz better clear tha block
'Cause somebody done ran in my money spot
Cock tha glocks, we prepared to pop
Can't let it slide 'cause these lil boyz ain't right
Somebody gon' die tonight when we ride tonight
I'ma clear your set if I heard your name up in my mess
Best make a set trap, bust back with booby traps
You're outta line if you're playin' with mine
Fuck these bezzel bitch niggas gon' meet tha devil
Lil boyz don't know they playin' with rainy weather
Fuckin' with my cheddar
B.G., Wayne, Juvie, Big Tymers, whatever
But, however, if I could do
I'ma cook your hood like I cook up pill-goods, fool

(chorus [Lil' Wayne])
You lil boyz better ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha cut, it's 'bout ta go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look

[Mannie Fresh]
Check it out, check it out
You lil boyz make it happen, pack up y'all shit
You lil boyz need to go ahead on and quit, see
You lil boyz know y'all time is up
You lil boyz need to (gimme gimme gimme) get tha fuck
You lil boyz kinda like had '99
But look, you lil boyz from today to lights out, it's mine
You lil boyz need ta (???) with y'all's friends
You lil boyz really women with paws like mens
You lil boyz stay out mine and worry 'bout yurn
You lil boyz is tha right hook for this song 'cause y'all children
You lil boyz need to stop stealin' my beats
You lil boyz think a producer won't take y'all off y'all feets
You lil boyz know I do beats for twenty
You lil boyz add that up: zero zero zero comma, aw, fuck it, it's plenty
You lil boyz tell y'all baby-momma I'm back in town
You lil boyz smiles done turned into frowns

[Lil' Wayne]
Look, look,
When.. I.. ride.. dog
Chopper.. be on.. my.. side.. dog
Niggas betta run.. duck.. hide.. dog
'Cause I'm about to let.. bullets.. fly.. dog
Bahdi-by-by
Get it.. right, nigga
They all know Lil' Weezy ride at.. night, nigga
I dip low, and I'm strapped up.. tight, nigga
Duct tape your momma, and shoot off in your.. wife, nigga
Look, ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid
Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid
Keep sprayin'.. tha MAC-11.. burst
Hit 'em where it.. hurts
I'ma shoot.. first
Soak his.. shirt (ksshhh!)
Blood all over tha place
Hit tha block, have thugs all over tha place
It's Lil' Wayne, nigga, whoa now
If you don't think you can hang, nigga, slow down

(Chorus [Lil' Wayne])
Look, look,
'Cause you lil boyz need ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds

[Lil' Wayne]
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down

f/ Lil' Wayne, B.G.

[Juvenile]
You think this shit happened for me over tha night?
This is my life
Everybody know I be on a flight
to get it right, and keep it right, and stay strong
Nigga thought it wouldn't happen to 'em, but all of 'em dead wrong
Singin' tha same song, sayin', "Juvy ain't shit!"
With a project nigga out here tellin' people he rich
When tha truth is: they wishin' they was in my shoes
I pay dues, with them pistols I made moves
And I'm seein' all these pussy-ass niggas tryin' ta be hard
Why ya fuckin' with mines? I ain't fuckin' with y'all
Tha people runnin' your organization workin' for me, uh-huh
You didn't know that, now you call for tha plea
Boy, think of all tha places you could possibly be...
...than...chokin' these bullets up that's comin' from me
With my T-shirt and Ree's on
Cuz only God knows what these niggas be's on

(Hook [Lil' Wayne])
Look, niggas better get it right and keep it right
Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ are on tha street at night
So, I hope you got your soljas and your 'Bauds on
Cuz we about ta strap up and know your clothes off
Whoa
You better get it right and keep it right
Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ are on tha street at night
So, I hope you got your soljas and your 'Bauds on
Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off

[Lil' Wayne]
Listen, listen, listen
Zip it!
Cock, then act a fool and make 'em dip it (what?)
Chrome mack diply (what?)
Automatic spitty (what?)
I'm a Hot Boy, nigga, follow me
Do or die, survive with me (huh?)
Blow a pound of that broccoli (huh?)
Hit a block and then ride with me (huh?)
Cut 'em all, but not your boy, he just had a baby daughter (so?)
Then, Cita, he never walk again (so?)
Don't play with them sharks again (oh)
I make them niggas bleed like that time of tha month
See, I told 'em, "Nobody move; nobody head bust."
Plus, a hundred rush, turn a boy to dust
Nigga, I'm a soldier, trust...I'll blow a hole in your guts
And ain't no "if", "and's", or "but's" (uh-uh)
You could get mad and fuss (uh-uh)
Watch your lip, man, you'll touch (uh-uh)
I'll pop a clip in, and bust (uh-uh)
Look, I'm straight thuggin'
Lookin' at niggas' fake muggin'
I'm runnin' with niggas that stay sufferin'
That ain' nothin'
It's Wheezy Wheez
I show off behind cheese
Get full of trees
Here I come, you better leave

(Hook-2x [Lil' Wayne])
Niggas better get it right and keep it right
Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ are on tha street at night
So, I hope you got your soljas and your 'Bauds on
Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off
Whoa

[B.G. + (Lil' Wayne)]
Niggas know I could get ugly when it comes to that (To that)
Oh, for sure, I leave ya bloody if it comes to that (To that)
I ain't no ho, if in beef I ain't gon' run from that (From that)
You got coke, keep it on tha low cuz I'll come for that (For that)
I keep pistols in my possession cuz I stays in shit (What?!)
I was raised watchin' niggas shoot out with K's and shit (Wha?)
My momma tried ta keep me inside, but I snuck out tha back (Oh)
Shot hookie from school, hung on V.L. and sold a lil' crack (Fo sho')
Niggas respect me cuz they know my nuts be hangin'and swingin' (Hangin')
If my toes get stepped on, I'm click-clackin' and bangin' (Bangin')
I've been out here since I was, like, ten years old
Caught my first gun charge in nineteen-nine-four
Scuffed my knees up, but the Lord, he pulled me out that
I'm ahead now, and ain't no way that I'ma look back
Fresh laid tha track down, I picked tha pad up for a minute
Put tha gat down
But don't think I still won't act, busta

(Hook [Lil' Wayne])
Niggas better get it right and keep it right
Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ are on tha street at night
So, I hope you got your soljas and your 'Bauds on
Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off
Whoa
You better get it right and keep it right
Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ are on tha street at night
So, I hope you got your soljas and your 'Bauds on
Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off
Whoa
Niggas better get it right and keep it right
Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ are on tha street at night
So, I hope you got your soljas and your 'Bauds on
Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off
Whoa
Get it right and keep it right
Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ are on tha street at night
So, I hope you got your soljas and your 'Bauds on
Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off

f/ Baby, B.G., Turk

[Juvenile] That's right, Cash Money done
took over this shit, motherfuckers.
([Baby] We got it, Juvy, and you (??) )
Y'all don't know how ta do it. I'ma
show ya how to live (??). ([Baby] #1 stunnas.)
Peep this shit out, lil' one:
([Baby] This is how the fuck we do it, boy)

[Juvenile]
My pockets flooded with money like it been rainin' for months
Put Jackie Chan outta business, tha way that I live stunt
Man, I'll spend fifty G's on just a chair and a sofa
Got tired of all that drivin', so I got me a chauffeur
Gettin' head watchin' TV on tha block of Magnolia
Give tha kids twenty dollars when I open my door
My grill like marble floors, was workin' with four
After we score, I laid there and got me six more
Now my body needs ta be treated, I'm 'bout to get weak
Full of that shit, gon' kill that man, he got me hungry and greedy
They call my watch tha North Pole cuz it's flooded with ice
It's a...bitch in tha day, a motherfucker at night
If somebody get my jewelry they'll be set for life
Buy a house before tha wedding, and a ring for tha wife
Money ain't shit ta me because I'm young and I'm blessed
I don't..carry no cash, it’s credit cards or checks

(Hook-4x [Juvenile])
Actin' like a nigga that ain't never had shit
Lookin' through my bend, sayin', "There's some asses."

[Baby]
Nigga, I stretched tha Rover, stopped playin' with these hoes
Got a hundred on my left, fifty on tha wrist, ho
[B.G.]
Fuck, I be shinin' from tha clothes, cars, jewelry
Got seven-year-old children wan’ grow up to be like me
[Baby]
Niggas pullin' up, drivin' off tha showroom floor
Got a mouth full of gold so I can boot these hoes
[B.G.]
Somebody asked me tha time, I just had ta look back
Showed them tha baguettes on my watch and say how I could see that
[Baby]
Got trillion cut earrings so I can blind these hoes
I'm tha number-one stunna fuckin' rap-hoes (rap-hoes)
[B.G.]
Stun'n is a way of livin', ya fuckin' with my clique
Try ta pay tha dealership that sell tha shit that don't exist
[Baby]
I got all my hoes ridin' Lexus coupe, two-door
Put tha Cadillac up, it was movin' too slow
[B.G.]
We Cash Money stunnas - money long as tha street
You wan' verify our cash, go ask First NBC, nigga

(Hook-4x [Juvenile])

[Turk]
Look, look
Bitches...say I stunt too much
It's o...kay cuz I can back it up
Know you gon'...let me...do what I do
Rock my Rolie, ride drop-tops, too
'Til tha day I die, I'm gon' shine
Drive top-of-tha-line
Pop bottles of wine
Break bread with my clique of niggas...niggas
Toss hoes, take naked pictures...pictures
Rap, hustle, get paid, nigga...nigga
Try not to get a big head, nigga...nigga
Look, you like my watch, ha
You like my ring, ha
You like tha way it look and how it *bling*bling*, ha
I got so many karats, I could feed ten rabbits
Got so much ice, cool me down when I wear it
Every nigga in my clique...bubble and glide
Every nigga in my clique sittin' low and high

f/ Mannie Fresh

[Juvenile]
You need a nigga that stay sharp, always got money
Pockets stay full of them big-face hundreds
A nigga with tattoos all over his arm
A nigga with a gold grill, diamonds in his charm
A nigga that'll tell your girl, "Fuck that nigga!
You're givin' me tha pussy, you don't love that nigga."
You need a nigga that'll put you in your place
Put the dick on ya at anytime of tha day
A nigga that'll give ya a lil' somethin' if it's right
A nigga that you may not see for three or four nights
A nigga standin' tall like tha Statue of Liberty
A nigga on fire like a match and a cigarette
A nigga that'll take care of his kids if it's his
A nigga that's a handsome lil' son of a bitch
A nigga like...me...never get tired
You're lookin' for a Hot Boy, girl, I got that fire

(Hook-4x [Juvenile])
Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer

[Juvenile]
Some old ghetto-face, blue-hair, funny-ass lookin' bitch
was tryin' ta holla at a nigga; talkin' some bullshit
I told her, "If ya fuck everybody, it's all gravy."
She didn't say nothin', she stood there lookin' at me crazy
Then she got mad, and called me bitches and motherfuckers
I waited 'til I got by the door, reached back and snuck her
She did what any bitch woulda did, and got the law for me
Talkin' 'bout go and press charges and get her pa for me
I told ‘em, "When I get outta jail, I'ma beat ya awfully
and open up fire at your pa to back him up off of me."
All she wanted to do was scream out "Juvy"
while I hit her from tha back and smack her on tha booty
Bite tha titties, get tha head, break tha bed
Pull off tha rubber and bust a nut on her leg
Some of these hoes be tellin' me, "I'm just an admirer."
I don't wanna fuck ya - shit, I got that fire

(Hook [Juvenile])
Shit, I got that fire
Shit, I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer
Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer
Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer
Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer

[Mannie Fresh]
(>eerie, eerie, eerie

f/ Turk

[Juvenile]
I'ma stay thuggin' - how I came is how I leave
When I say somethin, best believe that's how it be
motherfuckers do - yeah I said it, nigga, I mean it
Bitch was dressed in gangsta and switch, wodie, I seen it
Wannabe Juvy-fuckin' hoes gon' get you caught up
Me, I wear Reeboks and Girbauds, and play it smarter
If them boys spin tha bend, they go “bluckahda” on tha block
I'ma be gettin' somewhere, your ass gonna get shot
You paid 1500; I paid 5999
Got diamonds and Rolexes that shine at tha same time
I ain't scared, but I ain't dumb, and I ain't stupid
I know how ta survive in tha project and how ta do shit
If I hit a hustle, I ain't tellin' tha biz
'cause tha witness will tell them people who tha murderer is
Your main man'll put four or five to your wig
take tha cocaine and throw you off the side of the bridge
Gotta be able to think, gotta know when to move out
Gotta read through the lines, gotta know what these hoes 'bout
Gotta separate your business from your family and friends
Gotta bust a nigga head if he plottin to do you in
I done did dirt, so I know what's tha consequences
Let my shit burst tryin' ta knock out a nigga dentures
Always PQ to see through these fools
‘cause we do the shit that people see on the news
So, follow me now into a world of stress
Where wodie tryin' ta get it all 'cause he don't settle for less
Ain't satisfied 'til all of his beef is put to rest
Slangin' that iron...with a soldier rag on his neck
And credit for they people in case they wanna connect
He ain't hidin', he still ridin'...in the 'jects
Ya gotta be willin' to play tha game to its debt
Nigga bang and...hit you in your brain, now who next
I be cool at all times and acknowledge...when I'm wrong
Shit I went through when tha fans got my game real strong
I'm not tha smartest motherfucker walkin'
But I can tell a fake motherfucker when he talkin'
My daddy always told me, "Boy, don't be a follower.
You got a lot of pride, but some you need to swallow up.
You keep that attitude, you won't see tomorrow, bruh."
I soak it up, and got better as a hustler

[Turk]
I'm a head buster, a straight-up Nolia nigga
Young thugger
Fuck up, I show ya, nigga, that I don't play
Keep a K for protection
With fifty - never run without my weapon
I stand out here, tie ducked with bandanas
I show no fear - what'chu 'bout we can handle
I'm real as they came: a untamed guerrilla
'Bout bustin' your brains, whoever be wit'cha
I have no picks; I split your shit
Whoever you with, I'ma split they shit
Ya steal or get stole, wet or get wet
Bust or get bust on, move a chest or lose a chest
Try not to miss when you cock back and shoot
You shoot and miss, then it's all on you
Ain't no game, it's real dog - live or ya die
Real in tha field, dog - ya live or ya die
Even though I'm a lil' bitty nigga
Look, I got big nuts and they hang low, nigga
I ain't scared ta bust
Want beef, let me know, and look, we can tear this bitch up
You or me, me or you...gon' bite tha dust
Wuz up, nigga? Wuz up, nigga?
You afraid, go ta church, I ain't scared at all
Lose your head fuck with Turk, 'cause I'm knockin' it off
I wan' keep my hands clean, droppin’ some change
Niggas gon' ride for me, niggas that's untamed
Niggas who bang that heroin, or snort that cocaine
Niggas out that project don't mind sprayin' thangs
Fools who that slang that iron for me (When tha beef start)
When tha beef start (Be ready to ride for me)

[Mannie Fresh (talking)]
Get that shit that get the club started
Get the nigga b'd'd'd'd'd-boom-boom-boom-boom beat down
Do that shit

[Juvenile]
You live that life...slangin' that iron off tha porch
When a nigga blow, you hit him up with tha torch
You got confidence; you got your chest pumped out
Is you ridin' Lex? You got your shit plushed out
Niggas know your name...'cause they done heard it in tha wind
Niggas know your face...'cause of tha places you done been
Your family straight - Is that goin' for somethin'?
You got your lil' man with ya; he ain't askin' for nothin'
Get rid of them roaches - you got a Cash Money toaster
ready for war - you got that iron in your holster
Full of that fire, Black Magic on your tires
You keep all of your hoes 'cause you a liar
You're swolled up; you just come home from doin' six
You done blowed up, and you already got them bricks
If they try ta jack, is you gon' put 'em in they place?
When you cock your shit, is you gon' hit 'em in they face?

(Hook [Juvenile])
Well, grab your 2-23's, and march nigga step
Grab your forty's and nine's, we gon' march nigga step
Play if me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step
Grab your 2-23's, and you march nigga step
Grab your forty's and nine's, we gon' march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step

[Juvenile]
You're full of that liquor - you just met a little freak
and you're ready to hit her...up in the car (???)
You're feelin' good
You're makin' money out the ass up in your neighborhood
You 'bout ta go buy you a Jag
You're quittin' the game
Everything is gravy ‘cause ya made a little change...
...from bustin' them niggas' brains
Ya like how ya live
You got...everything ya need up inside of your crib
Like Hennessy and weed
You're runnin' with killers - You got that green shit with ya
You're slingin' them pillas - You don't know nothin' but guerrillas
You got television...up in your Lexus and your Benz
You can go and get 'em...showin' up in twenty-inch rims
'Bout 187
You put a finish to your beef with them mack-11's...
...while your suckin' your gold teeth
You accept your lick - Look, you protect it like a man
When you got that iron, is you gon' slang what's in your hand?

(Hook [Juvenile])
Well, grab your 2-23's, and march nigga step
Grab your forty's and nine's, we gon' march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step
Grab your 2-23's, and march nigga step
Grab your forty's and nine's, we gon' march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step
Grab your 2-23's, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step

[Juvenile]
You full of some diamonds - You got your Rolie iced out
You're steadily shinin'; you're livin' in a nice house
You gon' put your girl...up on tha next thing smokin'
If she think you're jokin', is she gon' get a quick chokin'?
You could take a trip...to tha Bahamas if you want
You could turn a trick...with lil' momma if ya want
You ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Tha game been good to you, so you done retire from hustlin'...
...or is ya still doin' somethin'?
You tired of them laws...tryin' ta take niggas ta jail
You tired of them boys...‘cause you got money for your bail
You got a reputation...‘cause you be bustin' them heads
Niggas be infiltratin'; tryin' ta give you up to tha Feds
You eat tha best of shit - gon' be ballin' at breakfast-s
Tattoos all on your stomach and your neck and shit
You 'bout ridin' up in them Vettes and shit, and them new Lexus's
You got nothin' but diamonds in your necklaces

(Hook [Juvenile])
Well, grab your 2-23's, and march nigga step
Grab your forty's and nine's, we gon' march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step
Grab your 2-23's, and march nigga step
Grab your forty's and nine's, and march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step

[Juvenile (outro)]
Grab your 2-23's, and march nigga step
Grab your forty's and nine's, and march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step
Grab your mack-11, march nigga step
Grab your A...K, march nigga step
Grab your mack-90, march nigga step
Call my nigga, Baby, ta march nigga step
Call my nigga, Wheezy, ta march nigga step
Call my nigga, Turky, ta march nigga step
Call my nigga, Geezy, ta march nigga step
Call my nigga, Mannie, ta march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step
Play with tha CMB, you gon' march nigga step
March nigga step

[Mannie Fresh (talking)]
In tha year 2000, march nigga step

f/ B.G.

[talking]
[B.G.] What's up, Juvie
[Juvenile] What's happenin', B.Geezy
[B.G.] I'm chillin'. Me, I don't like them old bitch ass niggas
[Juvenile] I don't like them bitch ass niggas either
[B.G.] They better get tha fuck from 'round here
[Juvenile] Rattin' motherfucker

[B.G.]
Nigga, come on my set, I'ma feel disrespect
Now they gon' get they issue, they done walked into that
No vest ain't gon' protect you
The shit that's in my clique gon' sail through your chest fool
I'm tellin' you
I'ma bring drama, chaos, nothin' less
When I'm ridin' 'round your set, it's a nigga best eject
Nigga, like a rain storm, your whole block get wet
All it take is one to tha head, bahdi-by-by, you rest
Solja-Rees and 'Bauds, that is how I'm dressed
I represent to tha fullest, nigga, in a Rolex
Roamin' on tha streets, Feds got a warrant for my arrest
Fuck that, I'm just a nigga they gon' have ta catch
I kick a nigga momma door in if he tryin' ta hide
And then I put one in his mom head if I don't get mine
You could call it what you wanna, but that's how I play it
Now play with me, I got a K, and watch how quick I spray it

(Chorus)
[Juvenile] I don't even want them niggas comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes
[B.G.] I don't even want them niggas hangin' on our block
I don't even want them niggas scorin' out our shop
[Juvenile] I don't even want them niggas comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes
[B.G.] Man, I don't even want them niggas ridin' down our block
I don't even want them niggas lookin' at our shop

[Juvenile]
You don't know you're not suppose ta be around these parts
You don't know you goin' in and you might get caught
You be tryin' ta get some information out these broads
Tryin' ta find out where a nigga hide his stash and cars
It's niggas like you that be gettin' niggas like me stuck
It's niggas like you that be givin' niggas like me up
I'm tryin' ta figure if you work for tha police or what
You plobly hangin' 'round a nigga 'cause you need a buck
They got dope around tha projects, and it leads to us
Feds know we ain't be sellin' nothin' but ki's and up
Rattin', I gotcha
I'm lookin' for ya with MAC-10's ta pop ya
You never thought that I would do that ta stop ya
That lil' man was surprised to have you like I gotcha
See me empty every clip out of my chopper
You gon' get caught up 'cause you keep fuckin' with poppa... poppa

(Chorus)
[Juvenile] I don't even want them niggas comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes
[B.G.] Man, I don't even want them niggas hangin' on our block
I don't even want them niggas scorin' out our shop
[Juvenile] I don't even want them niggas comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes
[B.G.] Man, I don't even want them niggas ridin' down our block
And I betta not catch them niggas hangin' 'round our shop

[B.G.]
Wodie, are you ready ta get this beef cookin'?
'Cause once it's on tha stove, get on your shit because I'm lookin'
You betta know
I ain't gonna let a nigga disrespect my clique
And I ain't gon' let a nigga come and take my shit
That'll make me look like a stone cold bitch
So ain't no way I ain't gon' grab my K and let my shit spit
When I spin the ben I don't give a fuck who gets split
If you get hit... it's all on you if you innocent
It's game we play, and it's hectic
If you ain't got a vest, you ain't protected
With pussy-niggas... my block's infested
So one by one, they all gon' get rested
Me and my others' dog act a ass, ho
When I hit you all in your face, your casket is closed
You came 'round tha wrong hood and got that ass burnt
Nigga thought it was all good and got that ass burnt... that ass burnt

(Chorus)
[Juvenile] I don't even want them niggas comin' 'round no more
I don't even want these niggas hangin' 'round my door
[B.G.] I don't even want these niggas hangin' 'round our block
I don't even want these niggas scorin' out our shop
[Juvenile] I don't even want these niggas comin' 'round no more
I don't even want these niggas tryin' ta come ta score
[B.G.] I don't even want these niggas hangin' 'round our block
I don't even want these niggas scorin' out our shop
[Juvenile] I don't even want these niggas comin' 'round no more
Look, I don't even want you niggas fuckin' with our hoes
[B.G.] I don't even want you niggas ridin' down my block
I don't even betta not catch you niggas lookin' at my shop,
nigga

{B.G. + Juvenile talking}
[B.G.] Ha-ha
[Juvenile] What up, what up
[B.G.] Old bitch-ass, ruckus
Fuck, did y'all just jumped off tha porch
Ass-niggas betta stay... your mother fuckin' ass back
[Juvenile] Turnin' state
Motherfucker 'round here turnin' state, ha
You're rattin' on a nigga, ha
We gonna get your motherfuckin' ass
[B.G.] How ya luv that
[Juvenile] Askin' my old lady where tha dope at, ha
Follow her again, bitch, I'ma catch ya
[B.G.] Uh-huh
Fuckin' with tha B.Geezy
[Juvenile] I got a cake baked for ya
[B.G.] Nigga, Juvie